Unfulfilled Yore

And I met her broken,
crumpled and shattered,
carrying the burden
of few unfinished stories,
and dreams,
that were crushed and rattled

I saw her laden with
unmet promises,
and a dwindling hope,
that had vanished
with no revival scope

I embraced her with all might,
and held her close and tight
She looked at me,
aghast and confused,
questioning me
with her doe-shaped eyes
asking me in silence
why I was wasting my time,
for she had nothing to offer
she was nothing but pain and grime

I smiled and announced,
I like your unfinished world,
for it gives me the opportunity
to complete all your unfulfilled yore.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah


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